..?" I offered tentatively. I'd dreamt of going down on her as well."Ha! Seller's market there. You'd be down there right now if I let you!" Well, sin...e you're..." No, I'm not quite ready for that. Bet's off." She disengaged and shouldered her bag, walking back to the track.Shit, I'd blown it."Look, if you're worried about losing, Susan... I'm willing to negotiate a wristie." Such a romantic!" she mocked, "I'm not going to lose, Dan." Sure." Okay here's the bet, if you get the highest score,. I plunge my tongue inside her making her scream and arch her back with only her head, hands clinching the sheets, and feet touching the bed. The rest of her is in the air feeling my tongue inside her making her burn inside, not even a min passes and she explodes, bursting, making her body shake as it falls on the bed. She feels drained as I clean her up with my tongue and lips tasting, lapping up her juices making her clean, but before I can move back up her body she begins to get wet again. . So, when he comes home from work, some sighs from you, rolling of the eyes, and a general listless demeanor are in order. Soon Daddy will be asking, “What’s wrong, Princess? Is my little Princess unhappy? Come and tell Daddy. Come sit on my lap and tell Daddy what’s making Princess so sad.” No tears at this time save them for special occasions. But, sadly and a little quietly, tell Daddy about your day at the mall with your girlfriends. And how you saw this flamenco-style Behnaz Sarafpour gown. The bleached and chipped painted insignia on the bow was unfamiliar to me.The men had a swarthy oriental look to them. The darkness of their skin suggested Polynesian but they were too short and slender for that race. Their faded khaki uniforms were worn and mismatched.My attempt of national origin determination was abruptly forgotten when the evidently senior member of the trio barked a guttural question at Kimberly and then brutally kicked her in the ribs. The other's laughed as the naked.